Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Index,
Excepter,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.